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[ Marita has spent the past few days at the library in an attempt to scourge any information she can find ― her discovery being next to none other than what she knows of her own world. She's leafed through pages upon other worlds, stopping to take an interest here and there to read lines and paragraphs that jump out at her, until the words began to blur into dark lines of letters and phrases muddled together in an unreadable mess.

It all sounded quite fictional to her.

Of course, if proper information were that easy to obtain then she wouldn't be looking for it in public facilities. Despite her not knowing where her stance lies in this world, she is fairly settled in; she's already rid herself of the white sundress and now adorns the regular comfort of her clean-cut suits and skirts. She feels in control, despite knowing she isn't. ]

It looks as if I am not the only one who has currently arrived here, considering the mass influx of others who have as well. The powers here seem to find their work unlimited to just one universe or one abduction.

Which poses the question: if not God then how powerful of a being could ever commit pulling people from multiple worlds to bring them into one singular world? Have they crossed over into our own worlds to effect the nature of it or is their power just limited to bringing us to this place alone? Is time altered in our absence?

There are more questions begged to be asked, but having diplomatic experience in a location without a city hall seems not to matter if we are here against our own will.

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As if we were animals in a cage? [ Finally, she takes a sip of her tea. It is cool enough to not burn her tongue. Throwing bones to a dog, she certainly knows someone who enjoys that sort of chaos. ] If so... the question is, are our reactions pertinent to the information they seek? What sort of information would the reactions be relevant for?

[spohkh]

Indeed.

[Spock's eyes convey a certain amount of frustration at her next inquiry...]

There is not enough information. Though a safe assumption is that they are... 'collectors'....they are... curious.

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[ Marita does not say a word, understanding his implications completely. There is a bout of silence, where she sips her tea, seemingly not minding the pause in their conversation. ]

Mr. Spock... Has anyone ever told you that you exist in their world? Someone you don't recognize, perhaps.

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[Spock... regards her for a moment...

...but his mouth twitches in a half-smile.]

Indeed. Most seem to know of me through a television series. Though there are many differences and inconsistencies... it is rather a source of amusement.


[His expression turns more somber...]

However, that is not me... Has something similar happened to you?

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Not yet, no. [ She is not entirely sure how she would handle hearing such a thing. She regrets even bringing it up in the first place. ] I find it hard to believe that scientists would perform experiments on people who exist only in fiction.

[spohkh]

[Spock's eyes glower...

...wrong thing to say.]


There are several universes here represented.... in my universe, I am not fiction.

There are those in Luceti who only exist in fiction in my universe... and they, as are the rest of us, are decidedly real in this place.

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I'm not claiming you are fictional, Mr. Spock. [ She does not seem fazed at all by his slight change in demeanor. ] You exist as much as I do... regardless of people from different worlds being brought here. My claim supports that, seeing as it would serve no meaning to experiment on someone who does not exist.

[spohkh]

[Spock sits back...]

I do not believe that is how they function. It is not a matter of existence or non-existence... For they too are trapped in this world.

It is the world itself that concerns me.

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You sit across from me, don't you? The only possibility we do not is if we were artificial... but the experiments have been proven to be real by more than one person's accord. A claim of fiction would be disavowed to anyone here.

Unless this world itself were a simulation...

[spohkh]

[Spock is...silent.

Though he does regard he with another look... Those had been his thoughts exactly. ]

You intrigue me Miss Marita... not many would regard that as a possibility.

[descrier]

It's a theory. One that I have no scientific facts to back it up with, only the possibility. Seeing as how these scientists work though... the basic laws of physics in my world are entirely irrelevant to them.

Do you believe we are part of a simulation?

[spohkh]

I have.... several hypothesis regarding the nature of this world. However, the simulation possibility is intriguing.

It is the technological inconsistencies have me questioning the reality state. Simulation though would not be the correct word... rather, a projection... similar to that of an advanced computer program.

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That would make sense for their obfuscation... but if we are self-aware beings in an advanced program, won't there eventually be a way to figure out how to "escape" it? For lack of a better word.

[spohkh]

Not unless we were 'programmed' not to find it. Observe the shifts that take place... they have access to our minds.

Normally, a fully trained, healthy, adult Vulcan has no issues protecting his mind from outward sources...

Yet... They have done so. It may be a 'difficult' theory... however, it is plausible and should not be ruled out.

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Do you think the barcodes would have anything to do with that? Not just to be used of keeping track of us, but to deter us from realizing that we exist in a false world. Something ingrained by the code itself... like an implant, for example.

It's difficult, but not impossible. Their capabilities so far have shown more than just human standards of experimentation that it would be pointless to rule out even the simplest explanations.

[spohkh]

Indeed... [Spock makes a frustrated noise and sits back...] It is the very nature of this place that makes theorizing difficult...

[Spock regards Marita for a moment...] My apologies if I have alarmed or confused you...

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[ She slowly shakes her head. ] Your reaction is understandable... the possibility of being a fictional being when you are assured you exist is uncommon to hear.

There are always beings more powerful than us, it's how they use that power to their advantage that makes up the system. Wether we are truly here or simulations in a singular world... we may exist outside of regular terms, but in theory, we still exist regardless.

I Love Interacting with you! XD

[spohkh]

Indeed... [Spock breaths for a moment and finishes his tea...] This is troubling... however I am at a loss because there is not enough information to make a proper assumption.

Not enough variables for the equation.


Ka'adith. [Spock looks at Marita, and gives her a rare Vulcan half-smile...]

Oh my, thank you! The same to you. :)

[descrier]

[ Not recognizing the language, she tilts her head only slightly. ]

What does that mean?

:3

[spohkh]

It is from my native tongue... Vulcan. It means 'What is, is'.... [Yes, they are a race of pacifists...]

[descrier]

Interesting. In Russia, the phrase goes Будь что будет — whatever will be, will be. [ Her previous job for the United Nations brought her intrigue about other cultures; she supposes that it is not all that entirely different here. Of course, her diplomatic itinerary only includes Russia, but any sort of place with large factions is bound to have some sort of tension between them. ]

If you don't mind my asking, Mr. Spock... I'm curious to know about the sort of world you lived in prior to arriving at Luceti.

[spohkh]

My home planet, Vulcan, was a desert planet.... harsh conditions for humans, but the high ambient temperature suited Vulcan physiology quite well...


...It is rather cold here.

[Spock 'plays' with his tea cup... how unVulcan-like...]

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Did you ever travel to other planets? Such as... Earth?

[ Marita only knows to an extent of the world from where Spock is from, that interplanetary travel is a big aspect. Even if she is only human, she cannot help but want to satisfy the curiosity of all she has seen and experienced in the past few years. There are things she knows she cannot explain and perhaps they never will be fully explained, but she seeks to find as much information as she can by those from similar worlds. ]

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[Spock hesitates for a moment... he doesn't often tell people what he does unless they have prior knowledge...

No matter, he trusts this woman.]

I am the First Officer and head science officer on board the Starship Enterprise...I conduct research and undergo peaceable missions on many planets.

Though I am Vulcan, I am only half-Vulcan... my mother was human. I spent much of my time on earth because of her and the Academy where I underwent my education for Starfleet.

[If there has been any hint of past tense... well... Spock's eyes are a bit sad.]

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[ A hybrid? Marita's interest grows; she's watched Cassandra Spender be made into one, but a successful human-alien hybrid without experimental intervention fascinates her even with the claims of fiction. Despite her fascination, she keeps a neutral approach with her expression. ]

As you already must have assumed, I am from Earth myself... it's a huge advancement for someone to be two different... forgive me for lack of a better word, 'species' from separate planets to create any sort of sentient life form. It is completely unheard of during my time, it's currently biologically impossible to us.

Which tells me you're from the future. Do you happen to know the Earth year before you arrived?